The Gullible Neighbor: Part 1.

The Gullible Neighbor: Part 1.

THE GULLIBLE NEIGHBOR: PART 1. A DAMSEL'S GULLIBILITY, IN THE BIG CITY. Based on a post by Magnus Bane Ragnor [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MagnusBaneRagnor/works/stories]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheGullibleNeighbor1.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheGullibleNeighbor1.jpg] It was a lazy day for Jim, He was enjoying his summer break all alone at home when his parents were away to celebrate their 25th anniversary, in Hawaii. His senior year at college would include interning at a major engineering firm. Then he expected to have his pick of the companies who'd been impressed by his 3.9 GPA at the university. But Jim was in deep need of a break. His high grades came at a high price. It left him with a very meager social world, and a non-existent dating life. He couldn't believe is luck, which seems to have jumped outside the window. Every single one of his friends has ditched him on their plan to travel to Maldives. Jim was now stuck in his parents home on a June Saturday morning. It seems he had nothing to do but count the days, as they passed. "Great! Now I might as well go for a jog, thought Jim, to break his monotonous routine of eat, game console, fap, and sleep." Jim's parents lived in a 4-story urban apartment complex, it wasn't like a usual complex, with hundreds of small crappy rooms. The builder had put in a lot of work, and being in a relatively posh area, each floor acted as a single apartment. That means there are only 4 units in that building. GETTING EXERCISE. Jim hopped in the elevator and pressed the Lobby button. The doors slid closed and the elevator descended downward. Jim, barely knows anyone else, as it's his 1st time visiting his parents after they settled here. The sliding doors opened very soon, at the lobby. But more importantly, it opened to the most jaw-dropping scene Jim could ever believe. There, right in front of him, was the backside of a seated goddess. She was bent away, apparently tying her shoe. But it accentuated the most gloriously packaged ass; in tight, high-cut denim shorts; he has ever laid his eyes on. Jim was dumbfounded, he couldn't get a word out of him, he just stared. Soon enough, the woman stood up, holding a box, and turned to face him. He shook out of his brief moment of petrification. He looked up and saw a young woman of about his age, with red hair, tied in pigtails. She was wearing a neon green tank top which was barely able to encase a gorgeous pair of tits that were literally placed on the box she was holding. "Hi, are you new to the building? I haven't seen you before," asked the young woman. Jim took a second to get his voice back. "Hi, yeah; My parents live on the 4th floor, I came here for the summer break." "Oh! That's great! My name is Emma, I live on the 2nd floor, I moved in here for college, my grandparents got this place for me. I am just moving in, This is the last of my boxes I am bringing up." "Lovely. My name is Jim. Here, let me help you," With that Jim extended his arm to take the box from Emma, she gladly handed him the box and took the last of the boxes from the floor, giving Jim another view of that awesome ass. When Jim asked about her roommates, Emma said she didn't have any, nor had she even considered the idea. “The 3 bedroom, 3 bath flat is very large,” Emma acknowledged; “but so is the big trustfund my deceased parents left me.” Emma said with a content peaceful countenance. Reaching the 2nd floor, Emma stepped out, into to the corner foyer. Big windows filled two walls of the ten foot by fourteen foot foyer. The elevator and stairway door spanned a third wall and the apartment door spanned the forth wall. The morning sun was casting a big trapezoid sunlight glow on the marble floor, where Emma put down the box; to fish the keys out of her apartment. Jim was obviously affected by the visual stimulus, and his cock started getting hard, he feared embarrassment as he was wearing short and it did little to conceal a hard-on. Emma said she's going to be a college freshman. She was enrolled at the same private university Jim has been studying at for 3 years. As she unlocked the big oak door and held it for Jim to bring in the box he was carrying. Emma was behind him, carrying the smaller box she'd set down in the entry. Emma placed the box in a corner with a few boxes, and Jim followed suit. “Thank you for the help, neighbor.” Emma smiled. “Please have a seat. I'd really like to ask a bazillion questions about the college, the professors, the neighborhood, and stuff. Can you sit for a bit?” Emma presented him with a chair, Jim sat, taking extra caution to hide his erection. "So Jim, would you like a drink or something?" "Yeah, whatever you have, I don't have a particular choice." "Okay, be back in a minute." Emma returned with 2 bottles of beer, “They're probably still a bit on the warm side. I just put them in the fridge an hour ago.” As she was handing one to Jim, he held it firmly while she twisted the cap off. The beer had been jostled too much during the move, and shot out a geyser of foam which landed directly on his lap, spilling beer everywhere. "Ah! I am so sorry Jim, wait a second, don't move, I'll get something to clean this up." Emma returned with a roll of paper towels, and got on her knees, then started cleaning up Jim's shorts, rubbing up and down, in all directions, over his thighs and crotch, oblivious to Emma, Jim had the most amazing view of her swaying tits from his angle, and a generous of her cleavage was on display, as she leaned forward to clean. All the rubbing on his groin, and tit jiggling on display; had the usual effect on Jim. Predictably, his cock began to rise, he willed everything to stop it from happening but it was inevitable with all that was going on. Suddenly, Emma stopped rubbing and looked directly at his crotch with a puzzled look, he thought he was done for, and was thinking of a possible apology. MEDICAL CONCERNS. "Um, Jim I think you have a big bump on your leg;" "Ah, well Emma I am; ah, really sorry;" "I think you got bruised badly, when the bottle hit you." "Wait, What!" "Yeah," Emma said nodding her head, "it looks like the area is swelling up! You might be hemorrhaging, Jim! Blood is pooling up right here.” "Oh; okay, yeah I guess;" Jim was a little confused, "was she really that naive, or just plain dumb?" He thought. "I think I should take a look at it, to make sure it isn't something serious." Jim couldn't believe his ears. He sat there, petrified; couldn't move an inch, fearing he was being setup for a joke. He scanned the room for surveillance cameras. "Come on Jim, stand up" Jim barely knew what to do. He stood up. Then, as soon as he did, Emma grabbed hold the waist band of his nylon jogging shorts and yanked it down. Jim's cock sprang up in place, then bounced a bit, and barely missed hitting Emma's face. Emma; startled by it; was taken aback. "Um Jim, what is that?" 'You've got to be kidding me' thought Jim. How can a fully grown woman not know what a cock is? This is bad dream, or I am on one of those prank shows, oh my!' Jim dreaded. "Emma, Um; are you; serious? You don't know, what this is? Haven't your parents talked about it with you?" "My grandparents raised me after my parents died in a plane crash, when I was 5. But as I got older, my grandparents did, too. We lived on a remote lake in northern Manitoba, near Hudson Bay. My grandparents hired a retired nun to be my nanny, Because they were getting so old. I was home schooled by Sister Nancy." Jim figured the cause of this naive knowledge. He thought he could easily get out of this one if he played his cards right. "Okay, well this is a; the scientific name is penis. All male bodies have it, as opposed to female bodies. We pee from this. We usually refer to it as a cock." Emma giggled a bit, "You pee from that? And is this penis always this big and swollen like this?" Now, Jim was not like hugely hung dudes, he had an average erect cock of 6 inches. Maybe more, if he was really aroused. But it probably startled Emma to be looking at it for the 1st time. "Er; No, it isn't normally this swollen, it's aroused" "Oh! It happened because of me. I dropped the beer bottle on it and it got hurt, and now it is swollen, I'm really sorry Jim. I ought to be more careful." Jim didn't feel the need to correct Emma, or he couldn't because as soon as he was going to say something Emma lightly took a hold of his cock and started massaging it. "Eh, Emma what are you doing?" "I am trying to make the swelling go down by massaging it. It is what I always do when I have a bump or bruise." Some say ice is better, but I've always felt rubbing helps relieve pressure. Do you think I'm helping relieve pressure, Jim?” Jim wasn't going to question her, he wasn't even going to stop her. Why would he? Here was this gorgeous woman, gladly willing to give him a hand job Never mind the fact she doesn't know it is a hand job. Best. Day. Ever. SKINCARE. Soon, Jim felt what was coming, and he didn't know what possible explanation he was going to give to her about this, after a couple more strokes, Jim's cock twitched, and started spraying hot gushing liquid all over Emma's face, Jim was ignorantly pumped a couple times and eventually he his spurts diminished both volume and velocity. He fell back into the chair, leaving a disorientated and confused Emma on her knees. "What the hell! What is this? Oh god; this is so sticky, and has an earthy, pungent smell." "Oh, it's just the detox release of the testicles," lied Jim for the first time, playing on the gullibility of Emma. "Huh?" Emma gave me a blank expression of complete confusion and dismay. The jizz, dripping from her nose and chin, was so erotic. I want ed to take a photo for um; personal use. "Once in a while, males have to release this pressure of excess liquid from their bodies, when it accumulates too much. Oh, don't worry; it isn't poisonous or harmful, once it gets out of the body. On the contrary, it is said to be very beneficial for women's complexion. Some studies even say they help women get wrinkle free skin. You can even eat it." "Really?" Exclaimed Emma. "Yes, you can try it out." There was no reason for Emma to believe Jim would be lying to her. With that, Emma began rubbing Jim's cum all over her face, and when she was done, she licked her finger to taste the cum. "He he he, tastes salty;" "Yeah, don't forget to wash your face once it dries up." "Oh okay; Hey look, your swelling has gone done, see my massage really worked, not only for me. He he he" Jim smiled, and pulled his pants up. “Emma, thank you so much for the kind hospitality, and helping me through that swelling. I hope to visit you again,” Emma literally glowed, from both her warm smile, enthusiastic countenance, and glistening glaze of cum. His cum. he took his leave from Emma and ran two flights of stairs, to his home. What more will follow in this fucked up incident? WHEN PSEUDOSCIENCE ACTUALLY WORKS. Jim woke up in the same incredulous state of mind that he was ruminating yesterday afternoon and evening. He still couldn't believe what happened on the 2nd floor, yesterday. Everything happened so fast that he couldn't make any sense of it, or believe that it was real. He received a hand job from a gorgeous woman within 10 minutes of meeting her, and what astonished him the most was the fact that she doesn't know she did any such thing, Jim was in deep thought, "how could anyone be so dumb?" Then his mind ventured to the natural progression; "Is this the absolute limit of gullibility, or can I push it?" Jim contemplated. Jim was jolted back from his thoughts by the door bell, he got to the door and opened it, only to find Emma standing there in a pink tank top and black skirt. A moment of dread filled his heart, 'Fuck! She might have realized what I did, now I am done for.' "Hi! Jim." greeted Emma. Jim could only nervously smile. He finally uttered; “Hello, Emma!” and subconsciously invited her in. "So, everything settled?" asked Jim. "Oh yeah. The apartment is all setup, but I wanted to ask you something." added Emma. "Sure, ask away." said a nervous Jim. "Okay, I was searching through some websites yesterday, after I bruised you, and I found some sources that affirm what you said." with that Emma held up her phone. Jim took the phone and read what was a shady unreliable website with the same thing he said, he took a seminar on something called pseudoscience and the dangers of misinformation, Jim knew this was fake science, websites only do this gain clicks, but decided to keep his mouth shut. Handing Emma her phone back, Jim said, "Well, can't argue with science, can we?" "I totally agree, that's why I came to you. You seem to know a lot about this stuff, I'm so careful about big pharma's scare tactics, and the horribly bad stuff they put in our foods. I was wondering if you could teach me how to live a much healthier life, I mean, it's not like I don't take care of my health, but we can always improve, and your ' facial treatment stuff' really helped my skin, too." Jim couldn't believe it! All the while he was thinking to do something about the situation, a wonderful opportunity fell right in his lap. "I guess I could help you; and yes I do know a lot about this stuff, I am studying science after all." "Great!" excitedly, Emma did a little jump, her boobs nearly fell out in the process. "When should we start?" asked Emma to Jim, who was mesmerized by her boobs. "Uh! Oh yeah, we should start tomorrow, I'll form a routine for you and we can go over that tomorrow." said Jim snapping back to reality. "Oh, thank you so much, Jim." with that Emma hugged Jim squishing her boobs into him. "Oh no, thank you; Emma." Jim grinned. All night Jim went over hundreds of pseudo-scientific pages ,looking over "studies," "facts," and "science;" to help her, and himself. By early Monday morning, Jim had enough material. He decided to take a rest before he would start his "health class". Jim woke up to a constant ringing of the door bell, he hurried up and went to the door, and found an annoyed Emma standing there, with an annoyed look about her. She was in skin tight black yoga pants, and red V Neck T-Shirt showing a little cleavage. Before Emma could blow off her steam on Jim, he started. "I am sorry Emma. I had to stay up all night looking up studies for you. I guess I might have overslept." This put Emma in an awkward position, she quickly recomposed herself and sounded as though she was never mad at him. "It's okay, Jim, you're already doing me a favor by helping me in this, why don't I come back later, then we can start." Jim quickly added; "Oh no, it's okay, why don't we start now, we can go back at your apartment and do the class there." "Okay!" said Emma gleefully. "Let me just grab my folder of the research." said Jim. Jim wasn't going to make it sound like he wasn't serious about it, he wanted Emma to trust her, and what person wouldn't trust someone who has all the graphs and data with him. All the way to Emma's apartment, Jim stayed a step back from her, admiring her sweet ass, that was tightly encased in those yoga pants, tracing the outline of her panties with his eyes. Emma's apartment was fully setup now, Emma might be gullible but she wasn't a slacker, her stuff looked expensive, definitely someone with money, and was tastefully placed, Jim was actually impressed by that. "Do you like?" asked Emma. "Looks absolutely fantastic." exclaimed Jim Emma's face lit up with that appreciation. Bringing his attention back to the main task, Jim said. "Okay, we will start off with basic stuff and move on to more advanced level as we go." Emma seemed to agree with that. "First off we can start off with basic stretching, why don't you try bending at your waist and try to touch your toes." Emma turned around and did that, her ass forming a perfect heart shape, Jim almost fainted from such perfection. "Now, hold the position while I make sure you aren't doing it wrong." With that, Jim went forward and "inspected" her pose, he kept both his hands on Emma's ass while his groin inches away, he wanted to dry hump so bad, but he calmed himself, "all in good time" thought Jim. He moved forward and poked a bit on her back with his fingers, making it sound like he was assessing something, with lots of "hmm" and "Okay." "Okay, you can get back up." said Jim. "Did I do good?" asked Emma. "Yeah, you did, but I seem to notice something, there is some sort of tightness in the muscles of your posterior and back." Emma blushed a little with the mention of her posterior, but said. "What is it?" "Well, it means you're wearing some sort of restricting clothing that causing the blood vessels to constrict, that's what tightening your muscles, your muscles need adequate blood flow to function properly." "Okay, so what should I do then, to improve the blood flow?" inquired Emma. "I have read a study which states that undergarments can cause such restrictions, you'll be better off without them." said Jim with a straight face. Emma looked a little taken aback, there was doubt and a little embarrassment on her face, to ease her up, Jim showed her the study on his folder. "Okay Emma if you don't believe what I just said you can read it here." handing her the folder." Emma read through the study and sure enough there it was, Jim was covered in his claims by the dubious 'study' posted at a very dubious blog. Now for the final hit. "But it's okay, if you don't trust me, we can move on to something else." That was a blow to Emma, she quickly replied. "No, it's okay, it was so uncool of me to doubt you, when you're trying to help me so much, I'll be back in a minute." With that, Emma dashed into an adjacent room. After about 5 minutes she emerged, there nothing and everything different about her at the same time. Jim could see her round boobs bouncing with each step, a little outline of her nipples was visible, not too hard but you can instantly tell there was only one item of clothing between you and the goods. "Okay, let us move on to the next step." Jim said, faking disinterest, which seemed to assure Emma a little that nothing was amiss. "Guide me, sensei." joked Emma. "Since we just solved the restricting clothing problem, for our next step we can try a light massage, why don't you lay down on the sofa and we will start the massage with your back." Emma quickly complied. Jim moved near her legs, the sofa was long enough to leave a lot of space around her legs, so Jim slowly straddled her thighs but still keeping a distance from her. He moved forward and started massaging her shoulders, he was directly on top of her, just maintaining a safe distance with the help of his knees. He moved lower, massaging with his thumbs along her spine and his palms outstretched over the rest of her back like wings, her boobs were squished against the sofa and spilling on the sides, he was lightly grazing, taking a little feel of her boobs with his fingers. Reaching her lower back where her T-shirt and yoga pants met, there was a thin gap of exposed skin, he slowly moved downward and massaging up, exposing more and more with each rub. When half of her lower back was exposed Jim moved over to her ass, he put his palm directly on both her ass cheeks and starte

The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm

THE FLU: A PANDEMIC ESCAPE ON A SEX FARM LUSTY YOUNG IMMIGRANTS ESCAPE GLOBAL PLAGUE ON A WISCONSIN FARM. By MVP6 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MVP6/works].  Listen to the  [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/APandemicEscapeOnASexFarm.mp3]► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/APandemicEscapeOnASexFarm.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/APandemicEscapeOnASexFarm.jpg] Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams. Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks. They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning. That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French/English phrase book. Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets, which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning. Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class, but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their, as yet, unconsummated marriage. Alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together. Their plan being to first establish financial security, and only then to have children. When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they wouldn't have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm - let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon. She had no cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride. But she was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right words for "deflowering." By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using his recently purchased English/Russian phrasebook, what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat. He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace, but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy, he imagined that 'weeding the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible. He had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze the watercress,' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risque words at all had been in his phrasebook, or if either of them owned a Russian/French phrasebook. Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, and never let go until he carried her across the threshold. True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand, pulled him up. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on, though Ustin would not know that for quite a while, and at the moment, he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse - trying to retrieve some condoms. Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each other's bodies and each other's desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked. Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was paid. Still, they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful midwest rolling fields, and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of the fields the first week. That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to their market as they were a bit out of the way, but Manon did manage to can about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado shelter. One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they should make like the minks and screw wildly. Always ready, Manon grinned, and that was all it took. They shed their shirts rapidly, then impulsively Manon decided it would be fun to climb the ladder up to the loft. Shaking her skirt she beckoned, "Attrapez-moi." Then wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could, sticking his nose amid her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he caught up. Playing the game she would let him lick her puss for a few minutes each time before scrambling further up the rackety ladder. They were a very orally inclined couple, which worked in their favor whenever they were far from the bedroom, where they kept their limited, and expensive, supply of condoms. Rolling in the proverbial hay, soon enough they were pleasuring each other simultaneously. For the first time ever she saw another person's back door. Glimpsing his tight bung briefly she wasn't grossed out, rather, she was worried that he would see hers and that he would be grossed out. Likewise, Ustin did see hers but his only thought was, "It's surprising that it's not a turn off." They still finished each other off taking the time to burrow into each other's privates at length. Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the loft naked, that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have happened to them. Not only did they recline in each other's arms all day and make love often, but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn. A flu pandemic had begun that day they kissed each others' sex parts in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky enough to interact with just about anyone. By day two, 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary flu and some with weakened systems were already developing pneumonia or dying from other complications. By day five, and unknown to the young lovers, the TV they rarely watched, was advising all citizens to stay home and warning that the health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu. The frisky couple never even knew that the army-green jeeps and an old commandeered truck, arrived to kill and pick up chickens. You see, at the time Manon was bent over an odd apparatus in the water-shed with Ustin's tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole. Anilingus was minutes new to both of them since they had just discovered it. They didn't even know what it was called in any language let alone with any shared words. Only two hours before They had been wandering the North pasture when it started to drizzle and they happened upon the stone structure built over a stream. Inside they found an odd mechanism and with some experimentation figured out that it's purpose was to divert the stream so it flowed either East or West. That's not really relevant to the story. What was pivotal was that, while turning a large wheel made from a barrel, Manon had fallen prone across the device and screamed out as she slipped. Ustin, with his developing English, misunderstood her emerging English. Thinking she had blurted out something meaning, "Tongue my ass" as she threw herself over the barrel, he decided it was a brilliant suggestion and put himself to the delightful task immediately. Meanwhile, finding herself in danger of being rolled over to the other side she shrieked joyfully when he grabbed her by the hips. She was totally shocked, but pleasantly surprised, when with a pucker he kissed her sensitive sphincter. She didn't know enough about sex to think it either mundane or bizzare. After the first swipe at her delicate brownie he asked, "Da?" She spoke that much Russian, and he knew enough French to throw himself into the act when she replied, "Oui! Oui!" Together the lovers learned that they really craved the act, so he spent a considerable amount of time just licking her gratified asshole. Ustin was thinking, "Amazing how every part of my girl is so sexy, from her smile to her toes, she's the best. It's strange how even her shitter turns me on. A woman's pussy is an obvious and natural object to worship with its enticing odor and soft lips. But for as much as I love to nibble and bite, pulling on her labia, it's just as great to get my lips on her arse." "Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would lick a girl's butt, but Manon is so special and her crinkled ring just draws me in." He took a deep inhalation, "Marvelous! Even her ass smells good. Earthy and musty but fresh. I want more." He decided to run his tongue around it in circles, feeling the tiny donut shape. "It's incredible how this majestic feast normally has such a base function. I can't get over the rubbery firm texture - so different from her kiska." He wondered if he could get his tongue inside like he did when he ate her quim. Backing off a few inches he used his fingers to massage her perineum and anus. Then getting one thumb on either side he stretched it out barely able to see inside. "OK let's see if I can get my tip in there. If it's ever gonna taste bad, now will be the time." Talking out loud he spoke to himself in Russian, "Are you ready Ustin?" Listening to him talk to himself back there, Manon had her own conversation going even if it consisted almost entirely of mewling moans and delighted sighs. In perfect Portuguese she whimpered the most appropriate phrase she could think of that he would know, "Do you like your dinner?" Ustin laughed out loud, breaking the mood of raw sexuality briefly. Then also in Portuguese he answered, "You are a most hospitable host." Then returned to his quest to meld his mouth with her rectum. He formed his tongue into a point then poked. Manon squealed, lifting her bum. He barely got any in her but wanting to have a penetrative experience he rubbed two lanky fingers along her newly stubbled puss, In broken English he asked, "You want me finger to your mog?" She had no idea what he meant but she was willing to surrender herself to whatever he desired. To express her openness she relied again on a Portuguese phrase, "My house is your house." Wetting two of his fingers, with the unpracticed thrust of one fairly new to sex, he jammed them fully up her fanny. She jumped in surprise, partly due to the sudden vaginal intrusion but mostly because she was expecting him to slide a single finger up what she would have called her trou du cul. He continued to lap at her starfish fucking her gash with his fingers. He became engrossed in the crude pastime letting his lust carry him away. When her body went tense he worried that he was hurting her in his wild sexual frenzy, then realized she was having an orgasm from the combined anilingus and fingerbanging. Overjoyed to have found a new way to bring her off he fell back on his haunches, satisfied. Coming down from her high, Manon wanted to do something for him now. Turning around she fell to the floor with her back to the wheel. She beckoned for Ustin to stand before her, pulling him by the cock. Manon was hardly more experienced than Ustin in the ways of sex. Her one previous boyfriend had wanted to face-fuck her which she had not allowed. But now she wanted to give all of herself, in every way, to this man she loved. She formed a circle with her left thumb and forefinger then using the forefinger from her other hand she made the universal gesture for fucking. Ustin stepped forward presenting his hard cock to her mouth. But she wasn't done yet. Next using the same gesture she slammed her finger into the circle violently hoping to communicate what she was offering. He was sure he was reading her wrong and definitely didn't want to hurt the woman he loved. But she insisted saying, "Bes moi! Bes moi! Bes moi!", pounding on the barrel. He moved even closer inserting his swollen cock into her mouth. They were both full of expectation as she grabbed his thighs pulling him deeply into the back of her mouth quickly. Towing above her, with his hands on the barrel, he was thrilled that he had married such a sexual wife. They were both mistaken and they learned it the hard way. Manon gagged and sputtered completely unable to accomplish what she'd imagined she would do for him. He pulled out, falling to his knees. Looking into her teary eyes he rained penitent kisses all over her tortured face. They both apologized to each other profusely in their respective languages and they both understood intuitively what the other meant. After hugs of reconciliation she regained her composure. She pointed to her lips saying, "R essayons" As thrilled as he had been a moment before to be married to such a sexpot he was a thousand times more thrilled now to be married to a more naive girl who loved him so selflessly. Standing up he stroked her face gently before presenting his now softened organ to her. She drew his dick into her mouth, inexpertly sucking on the first couple inches until she was rewarded with her first taste of cum. Looking down on her, awestruck, as she swallowed, there was never a more earnest feeling of admiration communicated from one human to another. Afterwards they held each other. Now, if they had brought condoms with them they might have just screwed and been done with it. But then they would have returned to the farmhouse much earlier and met the infected visitors. The national guard found no chickens and left without incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn-star. One morning, 'Котенок', or 'kitten', as Ustin called her woke him with a fantastic and more practiced blowjob, then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for the first time in a while. Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did not know that 40% of the population had gotten sick and they did not realize that 80% of the sick had died. While they knew little English they understood the terrifying math perfectly. Additionally, the images on TV painted a horrible picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world. That was also the same day that, first the TV, and then the electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and oddly dark at night. Manon and Ustin held each other close during the long nights and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance. Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Ustin walk into town to see what was happening, so he stayed home rather than drag her along, hanging onto his arms, which is what she would have done to stop him. Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperiness of his sexy body glistening and tanned in the sun. The electric water pump hadn't worked in weeks and they both smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells produced by their young and hard sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal. She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while he reached back and held her waist. Out by the fallen log,and yet again lacking any birth control, she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock against her rear door to communicate her intent... The next day they walked to the water-shed carrying a water bucket and wearing nothing but shoes, then made sad, sweet love, again on the barrel, as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry, and, a touch of lust, that wouldn't go away even in those dire times. The next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Eve,' they toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the winter. They continued to make love every night to cement their love as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a half away; nothing was there. Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the early fall heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude. Nearing another house they again found no one, but seeing some wash on the line, they realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood. Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last ten miles into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they went. The next morning, just before sunrise Котенок woke Usty and pulled him outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as solemnly as she could buried all their remaining condoms. Offering him a page torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word "repopulate." After a lunch of kislaya kapusta also known as sauerkraut, they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done before; vaginal sex without protection.

In the Recovery Room.

IN THE RECOVERY ROOM. NURSE HAD UNIQUE METHOD TO HELP WITH HIS RECOVERY. Based on a post by yellowjacket 66 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/yellowjacket66/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/InTheRecoveryRoom.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/InTheRecoveryRoom.jpg] THE EMERGENCY ROOM. I was almost totally out of it. I was in the recovery room at the hospital after knee surgery. I'd messed up my ACL after a fall in the shower. The doctor was attempting to reattach some ligaments and muscles. I hoped it would ease the pain I'd been having and restore the strength in my knee. I'd been less than cooperative in the pre-op exam, when the surgeon asked me a series of questions about how the ligament tear had happened. The full truth is; my wife slipped while I was pumping it into her ass from behind. I tried to catch her when her other leg slipped. In just a fraction of a second, I was on my ass, screaming in pain and her ass had landed on my left knee. A hot searing pain consumed me. Emergency Room. Gloria and I were in the E R exam room when the orthopedic surgeon pulled back the curtain and introduced himself. "Hello, Glen; I'm Doctor Henderson. I've looked at your MRI and I have both good and bad news." The surgeon looked at my wife, with her wet hair still a mess. She'd managed to slip on a hoodie and sweatpants before the paramedics arrived at our house. "Uh, Gloria? Is it?" "Yes;" my wife confirmed. "the good news is, no broken bones. The bad news is a torn knee ligament, which takes longer to heal than does a fibula. I've only seen these kinds of tares when football players get tackled by linemen, and land in an unfortunate position. What was Glen doing when he injured himself?" "Uh, helping me; Helping me get out of the shower." "Ah, that solves the mystery." Doctor Henderson said, winking at me. "We're going to do surgery to re-attach an important ligament, Glen. The Operating room is available now, and I think we should get this done, if you want to have full use of your leg again." An hour later, the anesthesiologist was injecting some liquid into my I V drip. Then I heard a soft, oddly familiar voice; "Hello, Glen." THE RECOVERY. As I came to, a nurse was beside me, checking my vitals and disconnecting some wires. She checked my blood pressure. She was pretty, and looked familiar. In my groggy state, I couldn't remember how I knew her or her name. "Please stay still. Your surgery went well, but you're still very tender." She was standing next to my right knee, my good one. She propped my head on a pillow and arranged the blanket over me. As she was fooling with the blanket, her arm slipped underneath. I thought she was arranging the gown I was wearing, one of those hospital things that tie in the back. She began to rub my stomach. I was too out of it to be surprised when she fondled my cock,  under the blanket. In my semi-conscious state, it was like a wonderful dream. She was feeling around, checking my nuts, making sure they were comfortably resting between my legs. She had a most pleasant grin on her face. I realized she was holding and stroking my aroused cock. It felt really good. My shaft was becoming erect, going from the completely deflated, under-anesthetic state; all the way to a full-blown hard-on, in a few seconds. She really got my blood flowing and aroused my sedated mind, definitely an effective recovery practice. She said, "You were very sedated, Glen. We are trying this new technique to help patients recover from anesthesia." I was incoherent in my response, but mumbled that what she was doing felt good. She knew my name, but that was on my chart. I still thought I knew her. By this time, I had a raging boner. Her hand felt really good, sliding along the length of my happy cock. She seemed to have some lotion that eased friction. She asked, "Are you coming around?" I mumbled yes. She held up some fingers, but I couldn't tell how many. She resumed her efforts to revive me, through my penis. It was an amazingly effective technique. My blood was flowing and my body was becoming awake. Her hand was stroking me methodically, enough to keep me stimulated, but not enough to make me come. The automatic blood pressure cuff inflated again, and she saw that my vitals were good. She said, "You don't remember me, do you?" I was now a bit embarrassed. "Yes, I remember you." "What's my name." I pause a bit, then had to admit, "I don't remember. I'm still groggy." She laughed. "I had a crush on you in high school. I'm Debbie. I was a year behind you." My mind was coming around. I did remember her. She was a cute girl, a cheerleader. We'd never dated. I had a steady girlfriend back then. However, I remembered her. The cheerleader with the best bouncy jiggle. "Nurse, I remember you now. You were very pretty. If I hadn't been with Michelle, I would've asked you out." "Was, you say? I was; very pretty?" Debbie protested. Oops. "You still are." I remembered her cute body in her cheerleader outfit, those sexy legs and how her swaying skirt emphasized her fine ass. She smiled, "You better say nice things about me since I have your cock in my hand." She was pumping a bit faster. I was close. Then, it happened. The sensation consumed my body and cum spurted from my dick. She kept her hand there; it was covered with my cum. She pulled her hand out from under the blanket and licked the semen from the palm of her hand and her fingers. Then, she pulled the blanket back, leaned down and took my prick in her mouth, gently, and slowly, sucked the last few drops and licking me clean. Smiling as she looked up at me; "I've wanted to do that for a long time." She said. I regained my composure and thanked her. She was writing on the medical chart. She recited what she had written, "Patient fully revived, fully responsive." She smiled at me, turned and left. I watched her cute ass wiggle as she left the room. I dozed off. GOING HOME. An hour later, I was getting ready to go home. My wife Gloria was helping me. As she was helping me into the wheelchair, Debbie, the nurse who had helped me recover, stopped in to say hello and make sure I was doing okay. She explained the instructions for my recovery and rehab. "Someone will come by your house tomorrow to change the dressing on your wound, and check your pain level." Gloria got our car while the attendant wheeled me to the curb. Driving home, Gloria mentioned, "That nurse said she remembered you from high school." "Yeah. I didn't remember her name. She was a year behind me." "She's cute." I lied and said, "I hadn't noticed." Gloria just laughed. She knew I was a connoisseur of lovely women. She asked, "So, you never dated her or anything?" "No. I was going with Michelle. Why do you ask?" "Oh, she just seemed to have a thing for you. She remembered a lot about you." "I hadn't noticed." Gloria didn't believe me. "That anesthetic must've really knocked you out." "I guess so." I was recovering at home the next day. Gloria was at work. The dog barked when someone came to the door. I knew it would be the nurse to check my knee. I checked the doorbell camera on my phone, and said; "It's unlocked. Come on into the living room."  Gloria had left a note too. I heard the nurse coming in the house and I hollered for her to keep coming back; "Come into the living room." There I was lying on the sofa. HOME HEALTH VISIT. I was surprised to see that the visiting nurse was Debbie. "Hello." She said. "Well, hello, again." "Surprised to see me?" "Pleasantly surprised." I said. She said, "I do some home visitations on my days off, to earn a little extra money. I asked for this visit, since I'm familiar with the patient." I smiled, "Familiar is a good description." She asked how I was feeling, took my temperature and checked my pulse and blood pressure. While she was doing that, I couldn't help but notice her perfume and her attire. Her white dress buttoned up in front, but was unbuttoned, to just below her cleavage, and I caught glimpses of the tops of her breasts as she did her work. She was wearing white thigh-high sheer stockings. Her hemline was conservative enough, but couldn't hide her figure. I remembered her cute ass from the recovery room. She said she had to check my wound. I was wearing just boxers and a pajama top. I hadn't thought to put more on. It was painful to move my knee when dressing. She lifted my leg to remove the bandages. While she was manipulating my leg, I wondered if my cock and balls might be exposed. Silly me, I was being shy, despite what had happened in the recovery room. At the same time, I was looking down her blouse and my cock was beginning to get aroused again. Her hands were touching and feeling my leg at various locations. She was turning me on. I noticed her looking at my tented boxers, through the corner of her eye; and saw a little smile on her face. She asked if I was in pain. I told her only when I moved certain ways. She began to test, looking for swelling that might indicate an infection. Moving my leg to gently flex my knee; she pressed her fingers into the tendons and muscles around my knee, asking where it hurt. "Does it hurt when I do this?" She would ask, and I would answer. Usually, it didn't hurt. When's the last happy pill you took? "About 3 hours ago;" I said. As she continued, her hand moved higher on my legs, pressing the muscles on my thigh. She was getting farther from the point of surgery and closer to my rocket. Finally, she just slid her hand up my loose boxer leg and grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and asked, "Does it hurt when I do this?" I acted unsure, and didn't respond, so she did it some more. By now, my cock was hard and she had it firmly in her hand. She asked, "Would you like me to give you a sponge bath. You're not supposed to shower for a week." I readily agreed. She went to the bathroom and returned with a basin, soap, washcloths and towels. She gently helped me up, then had me lay on one towel, and I removed my shirt. She said, "I don't want to chance hurting your knee, but I have to remove your shorts." She had a solution. She pulled scissors from her bag and began to cut away my boxers. I was leaning back on the couch and this lovely woman was cutting away my last item of clothing. She was deliberate about it, cutting slowly. She kept my cock out of the way with one hand while cutting with the other. It was surreal, having her get me completely naked while I sat there with a hard-on. Whatever her intentions were, I was agreeable. I resolved to be a good patient. Once my shorts were gone, she began the bath. She had a basin with soapy water and rubbed the cloth over my chest, getting my stomach and under my arms. She would move close to my cock and then move away, teasing me. She did my legs, being careful around my knee. Then, she hit the jackpot and washed my towering phallus and balls. She was extra careful on my jewels. The warm washcloth felt exquisite on my shaft. She washed underneath my nuts, getting the space between my testicles and my asshole. She'd undone another button on her white dress, and was bending over, giving me a wonderful view of her braless breasts. She had me roll over onto my stomach and she washed my back, my legs and my ass. She pushed my thighs apart and grabbed my dick, pulling it between my legs. She stroked it as I laid face down on the couch, enjoying her gentle touch while she scrubbed my back. She retrieved another basin of clear water to rinse me. The warm water felt good. I rolled back over so she could rinse my front. I laid there with my cock as hard as it ever gets. "This must be painful." She said as she stroked my turgid cock. I said, "Sometimes it gets so hard that it throbs." "Poor boy." She said as she bent forward and took my head in her mouth. I looked at the top of her ginger curls. Her pretty red hair was tied up. Her neck was thin and smooth. I slid her blouse open, so her tits could dangle freely. She looked up at me and continued to suck my whole cock. She said, "I was disappointed when you didn't recognize me yesterday." "I'll never forget you now." "What's my name?" I said, "Uh, I forget." She pulled off my cock and started to put away her tits, until I said, "Debbie, Debbie Clark. You were a cheerleader. I used to watch you. You were the prettiest one. The bounciest too!" Debbie was now satisfied, and said; "I hated that bitch Michelle, because she had you." "Debbie," I said; "That was a long time ago. I was nineteen." "and I was eighteen." She added. "Honestly," I added; "Prettiest eighteen-year-old girl I've ever seen." She said, "You're just saying that because I'm having your cock in my mouth." I pulled her head up from my crotch. I said, "No. It's true. I remember you. I liked the way everything jiggled when you did those cheers." She smiled at me in an adoring manner. That's when I undid a button on her dress. When she didn't object, I did another, then another. Finally, I undid the waistband. I put my hands on her dangling tits and rolled her hard little nipples in my fingers. I helped her remove her dress and admired her lovely body. Her breasts hung nicely and she had smooth, wonderful shoulders. I held her tits, enjoying the smooth skin and weight, massaging them lightly. They moved like putty in my hands, jiggling around. She leaned up and kissed me. Her hand was on my cock. We kissed again, this time with passion, our mouths twisting together, my tongue searching for hers. I slid a hand down to the front of her lacy thong and squeezed under her crotch. She paused to scoot up the sofa; straddling over my stomach; and my hand reached for her pussy. My fingers sneaked under her panties and found her ginger puss. I combed through her pubic hair for a few moments. Touching a woman like I was, is an amazing experience. The first time touching her pussy was special. Then, I found her slit. She was warm and wet. I slid a finger between her inner lips, stimulating her clitoris and pulling her into another passionate kiss. She was breathing heavily and twisting around in sexual excitement. Then, my middle finger entered her. My fingers probed her vagina, pressing against the slippery inner flesh, pushing against her, drawing out her reaction. She was still wearing her stretchy lace thong, but her legs were spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. I had two fingers buried inside her. We continued like that for a while, kissing and fingering each other toward inevitable orgasms. "Glen," she said; "I used to dream about you fucking me. I had just moved to your school, and didn't have many friends. Boys would ask me out, but I wouldn't give them anything. But damn, I sure would have fucked you." "Wow!" I said, "I'll fuck you now." "Sorry," She sighed; "but you're too late. I'm married and I don't cheat on my husband." She showed me her wedding ring. I had to ask, "Isn't this sort of cheating?" She just said, "Eating ain't cheating." I wasn't going to argue with her, but damn, I would've put my cock in her in a moment, regardless of my marriage vows. How many guys can stop when a woman has your cock in her hand and her tits in your face. We began to moved faster, increasing our pleasure with her hand on my cock, sometimes rubbing it against her ass; and my fingers still in her vagina. Once or twice my knee twinged, but I was brave and fought through the pain. "Let me see you naked." I asked. She stood and pulled off her thong, then teased me while slowly removing her thigh-high white stockings and shoes. She had a pretty pussy, with a furry tuft, groomed a bit, but still a bit unruly. Her little slit was gaping a bit due to my finger action. She climbed back on me, straddling my hips. She put her naked pussy against my rocket, rubbing her slit along my shaft. It was wonderful and soon she was coming. She was so wet and the pressure of my cock was driving her orgasm. She was beautiful with the look of pleasure on her face. My cock slid easily between her slippery lips. I wasn't inside her though. Then, she did it. She used her hand to put my cock in her vagina. She sat still for a moment. She was warm and tight, her inner flesh pressing against the entire length of my cock. I focused on the extreme pleasure of being inside her. She said, "I just had to see what it felt like to have you inside me." "Does it feel as good as you imagined, Debbie?" She said, "Oh yes! I used to dream about having your cock inside me." I didn't move. It was like she was pulsing electricity through my rocket. Her muscles were massaging me. Her pussy was amazing. Her tits were swaying with her movements. She was beautiful. Then she pulled off and resumed sliding along my cock again, faster and faster. She leaned her tits down on my chest and I kissed her as she reached her peak. She was squirming and panting and her mouth was trying to consume my tongue. Then I came too. My cum pulsed out onto my pelvis, and puddling into my navel. I watched her body spasm as she continued her orgasm. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. We held each other as we calmed down, recovering. She stood up and looked at me. "That was fantastic." "It sure was. Thank you." She stood and I admired her beautiful body. Then she finished the sponge bath while she was still naked. There was a wad of cum on my belly. She lewdly put some on her fingers and sucked them. I had worked up a sweat, so the much of the benefit of the sponge bath had been lost. Debbie redressed my wound, then regretfully, she got dressed. She said, "They'll ask for an evaluation of my nursing visit." "What's the highest score?" "Ten." "I'll give you a hundred." She laughed and said, "Don't be too specific with your comments." I asked for her contact info but she declined. "I don't want to have the temptation to cheat with you. I have a good marriage that I don't want to screw up and you seem to have a nice wife." She continued, "I've fulfilled a dream. I don't need to do it again. It's always better the first time." I said, "I understand but I'll not forget you again." "Let me know if you go in the hospital again." She kissed me softly and left. Wow! GLORIA'S EXAM. A few hours later, my wife came home. I had fallen asleep and was till pants-less under a sheet, wearing just the pajama shirt. Fortunately, nurse Debbie had cleaned my dick and the cum on my belly. My wife puttered around for a while and finally came to look at my wound. She lifted the sheet covering me and discovered that I was naked from below the waist. 'What happened to your shorts?" "I took then off. They were too uncomfortable." She saw the cut-up shorts on the floor. She held them up. I couldn't lie, so I said, "The nurse gave me a sponge bath. She didn't want to hurt my knee, so, she cut them off." Gloria was absorbing that revelation. "Did she wash your cock?" I said, "Yes, of course." I tried to make it sound like no big deal. She looked at the form that Debbie had signed and left. "It was the same nurse from the hospital." "Sure. She does home care too." "Did you fuck her?" I looked insulted, "Honey. I can't even move here." Then Gloria saw a ginger pubic hair, nestled on my hairy pelvis. She knew my word-games and asked another way, "Did she fuck yo

Home Sex Education

HOME SEX EDUCATION STEPBROTHER INTRODUCES ME TO HANDY ORGASMS. by tinman69s [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=227169&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/HomeSexEducation.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/HomeSexEducation.jpg] My name is Debbie and I am now 22 years old and a senior at college and single, thank goodness! This is my last year here at college and I sure do hate to leave here. But that is another story! First, I want to tell you about my initiation into womanhood, if you want to call it that. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was about 17 years old. After a couple of years, my Mom re-married. We moved into my step-dad's house. My step-dad was a really nice guy and he had a good-looking son who lived with him. The only problem there was that he really didn't want anything to do with me (because "I was in the way" and 'a pain"). Anyway, my step-dad's house was a two-story one, with a basement. The basement had been finished and Gary had his bedroom and bathroom down there. That was fine with me because that gave me the whole upstairs to myself. Gary, my step-brother, went to the local tech school and worked part-time to pay for his car. He did have a really cool car, a Camaro, jet black, mag wheels, T-tops, loud mufflers and a good stereo system in it. I really liked the car, but Gary wouldn't let me run around with him because I was "too young". Other than that, he and I got along really good. About a year or so after we moved in there, I was having a problem with some of my homework, and Mom and "Dad" were out, so I went downstairs to see if Gary could help me with my math. As I walked thru the game room to Gary's bedroom, I could hear his music playing and I figured he was still up and maybe studying too. Well, being the young teen that I was, I just pushed the door open, without knocking, and almost fainted!!! Gary was sitting on his bed with a "girlie" magazine beside him and he was playing with his "Thing"!!!! I almost choked, and he heard me. He jumped up and tried to get his "thing" back in his shorts, but he was fumbling too much. I guess I scared him and he yelled at me to "Get out"! But I couldn't move, I was just staring at his "thing". I had heard other girls talking about what they looked like, but I had never seen one. Gary yelled again for me to get out but I just shook my head "no" still staring! I guess he realized suddenly that he might be in big trouble if I should say anything to my Mom or his Dad about what I caught him doing. I moved my focus to the magazine (he must have forgotten about it being there on the bed) and I walked over and picked it up. The girl in the magazine was really beautiful and naked and had two fingers in her privates!! I, of course, didn't understand this. I looked up at Gary, (who had finally gotten "it" back into his shorts;) and just pointed at the girl in the photo and where her hand was. I still had not said a word! Gary took the magazine and closed it and said "Debbie, I'm sorry, Please don't tell on me. I'll be grounded for life! And Dad might take my car keys away from me. Please?" After looking at the picture and seeing his thing hanging out, I was feeling kinda funny. A feeling I had not had before. But I gathered my senses and got brave and said to him "Gary, I've heard the girls talking, especially in the locker room, about boy's private parts, but I've never seen one up close. And I want to see yours! So if you will sit down and let me look at it good, I won't tell anyone what happened, I promise." Gary looked at me for a moment and said "Promise-Hope to die?" I said "Yes Gary, Hope to die." Gary sat down on the bed and pulled it back out of his shorts, but now it wasn't stiff like it was when he was playing with it. I asked him, "What happened to it, why is it not stiff anymore?" He said "Debbie, Can I call you Sis? I've always wanted a little sister." I agreed he could. "Now tell me about your thing, what happened to it?" I said. Gary tried as best he could to explain it to me in really nice terms, about how it gets excited and when it gets excited, it gets stiff and hard and grows a little bit. So I said "Show me how it does it." Gary started pulling the skin back and forth on it. And shortly it started getting stiffer! I liked that! It was interesting! So I said, "Gary, can I see if I can get it more excited?" He agreed and I took it in my hand and started pumping on it back and forth. And it got very hard and stiff. "Um I did this!! I got it excited!" I thought. Gary laid back on the bed and said "Oh Sis, that feels so good!!" He started moaning, and I stopped immediately and said "Gary, am I doing something to hurt you?" Gary said, "Oh Sis, you are doing fine. Sit down and wrap your hand around it and jerk it up and down faster." It was a very curious thing because shortly he was moving his butt up and down and moaning real loud. I slowed down and he said "No Sis, please, don't stop, it feels so very good, just keep jerking it for me." So I did! I was jerking the skin up and down hard and fast like he wanted. Then he reached over beside him on the bed and handed me a washcloth and said "Cover the top and your hand, honey." He had called me "honey", he had never done that before and I liked that. But I couldn't see what I was doing so I lifted the cloth and just as I did it squirted some kind of goo all up in the air and on me and on the bed. Gary by then had wrapped his hand around mine and was jerking it up and down fast and moaning really loud! I didn't count how many times it squirted that stuff out but it was a lot! And what a mess!! Then Gary's hand fell to his side and he just laid there. I took the cloth and wiped my hand and my clothes and then handed it to Gary and said "Gary, that wasn't nice, did you piss on me on purpose?" Gary raised up and hugged me (he had never done that either) and said "Thanks little sis, you did great and no, that wasn't piss, it was CUM. It is what happens when you have an orgasm. And an orgasm is what happens at the end of sex. Or in this case, jacking off." I said "Oh yea, I've heard that term used-the girls say they jack off their boyfriends. But I didn't know what that was, but I have learned by doing it to you!" "Yea Sis, you learn fast too, you did really good for me. Now promise me again that no-one will ever hear about this." He said. I said "OK big brother, but on one condition.." And I saw it on his face-he was afraid I would want to run around with him in his car. But then I said "I want you to teach me more about sex. I want to learn and I want you to teach me." He looked like I had kicked him or something. I said "Is it a deal or not?" He smiled and hugged me again and said "Sis, if that is what you really want, we'll do it. But you can't use this on your boyfriend yet. You are still too young to be having sex." I said ok and he handed me his magazine and said "Read through this and then tell me if you have any questions on what you see and learn, OK? And keep it hidden well!" I agreed and got up and started back upstairs and then I remembered why I had come downstairs in the first place. So I told him and he helped me and I thanked him and went back upstairs. When I was back in my room, in bed, and getting ready to go to sleep, I kept thinking about the girl in the magazine and what she was doing to herself and what I had just done with Gary. So I thought I would try what she was doing and see what the big deal was. So I tried to stick two fingers inside my pussy, but it hurt! So I decided to wet them in my mouth and try it again. It was a little easier and I moved them a little, and pretty quickly, it got much easier to move them. I was getting wet down there and so I pushed them in further and worked them around a little and in and out and it started feeling really good!! And then, quite by accident, my thumb hit my clitoris and then I knew why the girl was doing it! This was an awesome feeling, and I didn't want to stop doing it-it felt too good! I kept doing it and the more I did it the better it felt and soon I was wiggling my butt all over the place and then I thought I was going to explode!! I could not stop now if I wanted to and then I wanted to scream and wanted to put my whole hand inside me. I jerked my pillow around and bit on it to muffle my screams, and then some kind of fluid came rushing out!! "Just like it did from Gary", I thought. But the bad part was it only lasted for maybe a half a minute and then it was over. But it was the best feeling I had ever had!. And now I was tired, so I just left my hand in my panties and I just like "died" asleep. I felt so good after that orgasm! About three weeks had gone by and I had studied Gary's magazine from cover to cover. Some of that stuff was pretty weird to me! Then one night as I was getting into bed I felt something under my pillow. Gary had slid another magazine under it for me. Needless to say, I stayed up late looking through it. And again went to sleep with my fingers inside my hot, wet pussy. Man this fingering thing sure made me feel good all over when I would cum. Then on that Saturday night when Gary got home from work, I was waiting for him. Mom and Dad were out with friends again. I was watching TV in the game room (which is right next to Gary's bedroom) when he came in. I wanted to learn some more! I was only wearing my housecoat and panties when he walked in. He saw my mostly naked body and said " Hum Sis, looking for another lesson?" I said "Sure am brother dear." He said to give him a minute to shower and we would do it. Then he went off to the shower. When he returned, he was wearing only boxers and his housecoat and I could see that his "thing" was already getting ready to play. He came over and sat down on the couch with me and I just reached over and pulled his dick out of his shorts and started to play with it. When I did he opened my housecoat and took both my breasts in his hands and started massaging them. It felt pretty good when I did it, but it sure felt great when he did it for me. I was pumping on his dick pretty good and then he reached down and cupped my pussy with his hand and asked if I liked the feel of that, I just spread my legs wider in reply. He didn't hesitate, his hand was inside my panties and one finger was in my pussy. Damn that felt so good!! I was already wet in anticipation of this fun so he had no trouble burying his finger all the way inside me. Then he pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth and sucked it clean. I took this moment to jerk my panties off to give him better access. I loved the feel of his finger in me. And of course I wanted it as long as he would do it. He smiled and said "Little sis, you taste pretty damned good honey!" Then he put two fingers into my pussy! Oh shit it felt so good! I was having trouble concentrating on his dick! He had two fingers in my pussy and was pinching my tittie with the other hand and pulling and pinching the nipple. He had me wanting to scream all the time! Then he started humping and jerking and I knew he was getting ready to shoot on me again. I said "want me to grab a washcloth for you?" He said "No, catch it in your hand, I want to try something." So when it shot off, I caught all I could in my hand. But I was having trouble sitting still, I was about to cum too. I cried out "Oh god Gary, It's here, Oh shit finger it fast , It feels so good make me cum honey, Please, I love you . I love this feeling!! Oh god it's good!!" And I was like convulsing on his fingers! Finally I finished and Gary pulled his fingers out of me and said, "Watch this!" His fingers were dripping with my juices and he licked it all from them. So in return, I started licking his cum out of my hand for him. He smiled and I knew he liked that idea. When he first licked his one finger, I thought it was a little gross, but quickly forgot about that. Now I understood that it really did taste good and it was somehow satisfying to see him lick up my juices! He said again how good I tasted and asked about his. I said "It is a strange taste but I could get used to it real quick!" I wiped some more off his dick and sucked that off my finger. "Ok, lesson one, we just made each other have an "orgasm", or "cum" for short. You "jerked me off" or "jacked me off", either way you want to say it. And I just fingered you off, also sometimes called fingering you! Did you really like what I just did to you? Did it really feel great?" he asked. "Oh yes Gary it was fantastic, it was just awesome! I never felt so good! I did it to myself the other night but when you did it, it was much, much better! Did I do ok for you too?" I asked. "Oh yes honey, you are getting really good at that. Listen Sis, have you ever heard of the term 'incest'?" I said "Yes, but that is families isn't it, like blood relatives?" Gary replied that it was "but lots of people would look at us as being relatives now, although we are not blood relatives, understand?" "Yes," I said, "but what has this got to do with us having fun?" I asked. "Well, Sis, I just want you to understand that lots of people would really frown on what we are doing. So what I want us to do is swear that NO ONE will ever know about this, not your best friend or anyone, understand?" "Yes I do and I swear that no one will ever know about us but us, Gary" "You swear that? Hope to die?" Gary asked. I said "Yes , I swear, hope to die, I will never ever tell anyone what we are doing. Just don't stop teaching me, Please? I want to learn from you, cause I trust you to do me right." "Ok " he said. "Good enough." We were still sitting on the couch and Gary said "Sis, baby, you want another one?" I said "another what?" Just hoping he was thinking the same thing that I was thinking. He said, "Another orgasm, silly!" "Oh yes please, that one a few minutes ago was so incredible! Oh yes, please make me have another one, please!" He said "Ok honey, but this one is just for you. Forget about me, you just enjoy this one by yourself, OK?" I said "Sure Gary, if that's what you want." He said, "OK get up on your hands and knees and let me show you something else." I got up like he said and he pushed my housecoat up over my back and rubbed his fingers on my pussy and said "Good little Sis, you're still wet. And I have to tell you that you have a beautiful little pussy and ass, honey." He slowly shoved two fingers all the way in me as deep as they would go. I really let out a groan because it felt so very good! And then he started working them in and out of me pretty fast and hard, then he used his other hand to rub my clit and shit he was driving me crazy!! He would mash on it and then rub it and then pinch it and each time he did something, it was electrifying to my body! I just wanted to scream at him to never, ever, ever, stop doing that!! I was humping back on his hand like I don't know what, and I couldn't help it, I just wanted more! I said "Gary , more honey please I love it, more!" And then he put three fingers in me and I almost cum just from that! Oh it felt good to be full of fingers! "Oh Gary, I'm getting close, please make me cum, fast and hard Please". But Gary pulled his fingers out of me and I looked back to see what was going on. "It's ok honey, I just wanted a taste" and he shoved two fingers back in my pussy and "Ouch!", one in my asshole!! He said "Easy honey, It'll feel good in just a second" as he continued to work them in and out. He was right, the pain was gone and Oh god what a fantastic feeling it was! I was going to cum with two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass!! I convulsed hard and started shaking all over and screaming and jerking all over! Damn this was the best yet and it lasted longer too. And I could feel my juices running down my legs. And then I just collapsed on the couch, exhausted completely and fully satisfied! I could barely breathe, but I said, "Gary, that was the most fantastic orgasm! I know I screamed too loud but it was that good! It was awesome, beyond description!!" I raised up and grabbed him around the neck and slammed my lips to his and forced my tongue into his mouth. I know I love him, He has made me so happy! We kissed for a long time and finally we broke it and Gary said "Ok sis, bed time" and smacked me on the ass. "Ok" I said, "But that little smack felt good." and smiled at him as I gathered up my panties and headed upstairs. I sure won't have any trouble falling asleep tonight! I was exhausted! Lesson 2: Oral Exam A few weeks passed and I got another magazine under my pillow with a note to check out pages 54 thru 57, then come to see him. I knew it had to be something really good. That was all about how to suck cocks and deep-throat cocks. "YES," I thought, "he must want me to do this to him and that's why he pointed it out to me." So I stayed up late again and studied that part. Later I would study the rest of the magazine. So that weekend, Mom and Dad were out shopping and Gary was working early and I knew he would be home early so I showered and got myself ready to satisfy him like he had done for me the last time. Tonight I would really give him a good blowjob and I would deepthroat him because I had been practicing by pushing bananas back in my throat to make me used to it without gagging. I could now push a banana as far into my throat as I could reach and still pull it back out. So I was ready for him. When he came in, I stood up and opened my housecoat and there was just me, no panties or bra, just me. He came over to me and kissed me and I just dropped to my knees and opened his pants and pulled his cock out and I just shoved my face down on it. He groaned and then said "Oh shit sis, you're so good, but don't you want to wait til I've showered?" I said "No I want to taste you as you are," and went back to sucking, Then I slowly eased my face down on it till I had the whole thing in my throat. He was groaning so much! He pulled back and I said "What's wrong honey, am I doing it wrong?' "No , no hon, I just can't stand up if you deepthroat me, my knees won't hold me up!" He went over and sat down on the couch and I was right there and took him again, all the way in and he was making all kinds of moaning noise and I knew he was really loving this, so I took my time about it and I would go down all the way and stay there till I needed to breathe before I came up and I could tell it was driving him wild!! Then he started humping and jerking and put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me to him. I knew he was going to shoot into my throat! I forced my head back far enough to catch my breath and went down all the way and sucked hard and played with the head with my tongue and he blasted my throat full of hot cum. I reached under my chin and caressed his balls and made it last longer for him. When he was finished cumming and I pulled back off his cock, he was just lying there on the couch like he was dead! I think that took everything out of him, so I had done a really good job for him. Finally he grinned and opened his eyes just enough to see me and said "Sis, I've had a few blowjobs before by girls older than you and I'm telling you that I have never had one as good as you just gave me. It was absolutely fantastic!!" "I learned it from the magazine you left for me" I said. "Well, you sure did good honey" he said. Then he got up and went to the shower. I just sat back on the couch and waited for him to come back out. When he came back out, he said, "OK sis, now it's your turn again. Come in here and lie down on my bed and let me show you another thing or two." I did as he said and laid down on the bed on my back and spread my legs wide to give him all the access he wanted. He stood at the foot of the bed a minute and said "Sis, just lie there a minute, I want to do something else first," and went into his bathroom. I wondered what he was thinking. When he came back out, he had his razor and shaving cream. I said "Gary, what are you going to do?" He said "I am going to shave your beautiful little pussy as clean as a baby's butt. Then I'm going to lick it raw!" "Oh yes Gary, anything you say, I just want to be the best at satisfying you!" And he proceeded to shave me clean. It looked really good too. I hadn't thought about that, but it will be shaved from now on! Then he got down and started licking and sucking on my pussy lips and my clit and toying with my ass hole and it didn't take long to get me really hot again and make me start climbing the orgasm mountain. Gary was really good

Future Farmer's Wife.

FUTURE FARMER'S WIFE. SUMMER LOVING, WORKING ON THE FARM. Based on a post by Farmer jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/FutureFarmersWife.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/FutureFarmersWife.jpg] When I was a young girl, every summer was an adventure. The farms around Stearns County, where I lived; would need extra help to cut, bail; and store up the hay for the long snowy winter. Everyone did small square bales back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job paid great, it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change, with the weather, break downs, or hay production. You had little notice when you were needed, and then it was only for a few days. Farm kids also had to work on our own family farms; so you had to work it around that. Yet since every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool to be exploited. I liked working the hay harvests, because it allowed me to have spending money. Sure I was "paid" working for my dad but farming is a long term paying type of job. I didn't get actually paid for my labor but in the winter I would get money to go to the movies and the like. It was the summer of 81. I just turned 18 and the hay season started. The first job I heard about was at the Wilson Dairy Farm. I had worked for the Wilson's before. I showed up at 7am, on the appointed day, and there were four other people. The Wilson's only really need four laborers but you never knew what kind of quality you would get so the first day most farmers would have extras. Then at lunch they would get rid of the lazy, slow or stupid. In addition to myself, there were the Hanson brothers, Bill and Ted. I had worked with them before. They worked hard and usually worked the conveyor. In case you don't know; the conveyor is what gets the bales from the wagon up into the hay loft. It was a tricky job. You couldn't overload it, because it would jam. You also couldn't go to fast because the people unloading would get overwhelmed. There was also a guy I didn't know. He must have been new in our area. I was pretty sure he wouldn't make the cut. His hands had no calluses on them, dead give away. The last person in the group was none other than Cooper Banks, my high school crush. We were both the youngest in our families, and the only kids still living at home. We were both in the high school FFA club, Future Farmers of America, But he quit the club when he became a starter on the wrestling team. He was a year older than me and had just graduated. I'm sure that he didn't even know I existed before today. He was pretty popular at school and never lacked for female attention. Cooper was born on a farm on a different bus route from me, so I never had a chance to be noticed by him. Yet here he was, in the flesh. THE HAY HARVEST OPERATION. The way haying worked most times is; you went out with a wagon and while the farmer drove, you loaded the wagon. One person on the wagon, and a couple passing bales up. Other times the bales were formed, tied, and delivered to the wagon and then you stacked them on the wagon. In this case it was both types. Mr. Wilson was baling onto one wagon while the new guy stacked. Meanwhile us four took turns driving and loading/stacking another wagon. Once we had some wagons loaded, people would then work on loading the hay into the barn, hayloft, through an upper door under the gable; while others collected more hay. The farmers kept big coolers of cold water on hand, to hydrate the workers, and we often poured water over our sweaty bodies, to get relief from the humid air. Halfway through the day, our clothes were soaked. At lunch time, as I suspected, the new guy was let go. Blisters developed on his hands, because he didn't bring work gloves; so he was done. This left Bill loading the conveyor, and Cooper and I stacking the hay now in the barn's upper loft. Ted continued stacking bales on the wagon that Mr. Wilson was towing behind his bailor. It's hard work, but you are so busy, that it goes fast. Soon enough, the day was over and Mr. Wilson paid us. Then he asked us to be back tomorrow. That's another good thing, cash at the end of the day. We all said we would be back tomorrow, and went to leave. I ended up walking beside Cooper, and I was desperate to think of something to say to him. He was wearing a Van Halen concert t-shirt, so I asked him about it, "Cooper, that's a nice shirt. Did you like the concert?" "Oh yeah, those guys were great, I'd go see them again. You have a pretty nice shirt on, too." Now I was wearing the usual kind of t-shirt for this work. Mine was Long sleeves to protect my arms and it was well-worn. It was sorta too small for me, because it was pretty tight across the chest. I was pretty proud of my boobs that had kept developing over the past year. My tits were high on my chest, and especially firm, and jiggled a lot. I'm sure Cooper liked what was inside my shirt.  Last winter, my past boyfriend said my tits were the perfect size, just more than a hand full. This is before the days of sports bras, so I had on a plain white cotton bra that I am sure was transparent at this point, from all the sweat. Did I mention that haying was hot sweaty work? It is. My shirt had a John Deere green tractor on it, and said, "Born to Farm." I usually have to wear a large, if I want room for my tits. But a medium was all I had, that morning when I went to work. Cooper would probably fit the shirt just fine. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I blurted out before thinking, "If you like it, Cooper; I would swap it for yours." Cooper looked at me to see if I was serious, "Sure, I will wash it and bring it for you tomorrow." The look on his face was priceless when I replied, "We can swap now." And with that, I pulled my shirt over my head. The look on Cooper's face was priceless. First there was shock, and then, as he took in my transparent wet cotton bra and prominent nipples, his looked turned to lust. Ted and Bill noticed as they were opening their F150 truck doors. Their tongues were hanging out of their open mouths. Not to be outdone, Cooper quickly peeled off his t-shirt. We were almost at his El Camino, and my bike at this point. As I put on his shirt, I could smell the distinct combination of Cooper, hay, and sweat. At this point Bill and Ted lost interest and had left. The manly smell of the shirt must have been really intoxicating, because it made me really bold, "Hey Cooper; maybe we could trade something else." He was holding my shirt in his hand, and his bare rippled chest was making it hard for me to breathe. "Sure Jill, what else did you have in mind?" "If you give me and my bike a lift home, we could trade washing one another's back, in the shower." Once again, the look on his face was priceless. It went from shock to desire. I noticed a bulge form in his pants. He noticed that I noticed. "Sure Jill, let's go." He put my bike in the back of the stylish truck. It was only 2 miles on the county road, to my parents' farm, and his stereo was instantly playing the latest Van Halen album, so we didn't talk, besides me giving him directions. I was really nervous, because I had never done anything like this before. I knew my mom was in town at her part-time job. My dad was setting fence posts til sundown on the back end of the farm. Now this is not to say I was an innocent virgin. I had found my three older brother's stash of porn magazines when I was fourteen. I had also heard and seen them in action, when they thought they were alone with girls. By 18, I figured I had a pretty good working knowledge of the 'birds and the bees.' My mom also knew what was going to happen as I matured, so I was on the pill. Since my hips and tits had filled out, I'd had a few boyfriends. And yes; I fucked two of them. I'm sure Cooper was more experienced, but let's just say, I knew what I was getting into. When we arrived, I led him into our split-level new house, and up to my bathroom. I was so nervous at this point, I didn't know what to do next. Cooper took over, he knew what to do. He kissed me. He was a good kisser and soon we were tongue-wrestling, while Cooper started to feel my tits. His lips felt great and his hands on my tits even better. I helped him get my clothes off and he undid my bra. Then he said something that made my pussy drool.     "Jill Johnson, I'm going to lick the sweat off your luscious tits." He picked me up and sat me on the counter, and went to licking. I leaned back into the big mirror and ran my fingers through his wavy golden hair. I'm not sure why I liked that so much, but I did. He began to kiss and lick my tits. Cooper was very systematic, and I'm sure he got every drop of sweat! He also had me really worked up. I didn't know if I could orgasm from someone just playing with my tits, but I seemed close. When he nipped one of my nipples with his teeth, I moaned loudly. He continued to pleasure my tits with his mouth while his hands worked on opening my pants. He pulled me down from the counter and slipped my sweaty jeans down. My panties went with them and his fingers found my soaking wet center. It felt so good, and I was so caught up in the moment. I didn't realize I was naked and he was still dressed. I had to get to his cock! As he worked his magic fingers in my vagina, and on my clit; I got his shirt off. He was circling my engorged clit as I got his pants off. My hand reached into his sweaty underwear and felt his cock. As I started to stroke it, I noticed it wasn't very big. I didn't have that much experience, but when I pulled it out of his underwear I noticed it was the smallest boner I had ever seen. It wasn't tiny or anything like that. but the other two cocks that fucked me, were bigger. It didn't take me very long, stroking it, maybe a minute; before he was shooting cum all over my leg. It didn't surprise me, that he had a hair trigger, so did the other guys I had been with. I think it's a young man's issue to become aware of, and make adjustments for. I didn't have much time to dwell on it, however; as he turned me facing the other way, and wrapped both his arms around me. We stood before the big mirror, one of his hands was on my cunt, and the other on my nipples, while he kissed my neck and let his semi flaccid cock dangle between my asscheeks. With my horny body wrapped in his arms from behind we watched ourselves while we felt each other. It was so erotic! He redoubled his efforts on my clit and I climaxed on his hand. I gushed a bit, and it ran down my naked legs. I turned on the shower as we took off our socks, and got in the big shower. Cooper answered the question in my head about his recovery time, before I could even reach the soap. His cock was hard again, pressing against me. I turned to observe his slender phallus with excitement. My next question was about how long he would last this time, and boy did he have the right answer! Cooper reached both his hands around my ass cheeks and picked me up My legs naturally came up and locked behind him as his upward-pointing cock smoothly entered my hot hungry cunt. He might not have been that big, but he knew all the right angles, as he plowed me against the wall. It seemed to go on gloriously, forever; until my eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy exploded. Cooper followed me soon; going over the top and blasted three shots of cum, high up in my hungry cunt. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Both of us breathing heavy, for a while. Then he slowly released and lowered me. We kissed with intense passion and aggressive tongues. Then we stared into each other's eyes. Then we giggled and he asked, "Are we supposed to be working out a trade?" "Oh, that!" I said, and I grabbed a big sponge and soaped it up. We then actually began to wash one another. This led to more stroking, rubbing, fondling, kissing, sucking and yup; we ran out of hot water. We started laughing at the situation as we got out and dried off. I lent Cooper a clean shirt and basketball shorts from my older brother's closet; so he didn't have to put his sweaty work clothes back on. He would bring them back tomorrow, when he picked me up to go back to Wilson's Dairy. The next morning I was ready at 6:45, and jumped in Cooper's truck as soon as he stopped in our driveway. We each leaned over and kissed, like we had done this a thousand times. Soon enough we were back at the hay harvest, and the day evaporated. My mom was going to be home so after work I had Cooper drive me  down a township road, to a spot nearby, that I knew would afford us some privacy. When we were secluded in the treeline, I told him to stop and he grinned. Soon we were making out. Cooper came around to my door and opened it. Then he slid my legs out the door and slipped off my sweaty jeans and panties. We didn't have much time, so he raised my naked legs over his shoulders and dropped his pants and briefs. Then he leaned over my submissive body and began pumping me faster than a ackrabbit. It felt so good going in, but in only a minute or two, I felt him ejaculate. I was disappointed but only for a few seconds. Cooper never pulled out. He just took a few breaths and kept going. His cock stayed hard! Once again, he worked my pussy with his cock, making sure I came before he did. His hands went up my shirt and he began pinching both nipples. That got me off very effectively. We put our pants back on and left. Cooper then dropped me off with a promise to see me tomorrow. It would be our last day at Wilson's Dairy, and I didn't want to even think about what would happen after that. I was hoping for a lot of things, but I didn't want to screw it up; so I said nothing. The next day, Cooper picked me up and gave me a kiss. It was particularly hot that late June day, and we were a really hot sweaty mess by lunch. After lunch Mr. Wilson told us that once he dropped off the last wagon, he had to go; but his wife would pay us once we finished putting the hay away. The day ended with Bill and Ted working the conveyor and Cooper and I stacking the hay in the loft. When the last bale came off the conveyor they turned off the motor and called out they were heading out. We heard Mrs. Wilson tanking them, then their loud pickup rumbled out to the county road. There was sweat pouring off of us, and we were covered in dust and hay bits. We stacked the last bales, and then I looked at Cooper, "I must be quite a sight, today." "You look great to me!" Then he added with a grin; "Ever fucked in the loft?" I remembered my voyeur delights, watching my brothers fuck the Carlson sisters, in our own hayloft, a couple summers ago. It brought a big grin to my face. I didn't even get to answer before his lips met mine. It was a gross flavor of dust and hay, so we took a drink before resuming making out. Now Cooper had a big water jug that he would fill about 1/3 and then put in the freezer overnight. It would keep his water nice a cool all day and he could even refill it at lunch with ice left. After we drank, Cooper tore my clothes off and then grabbed what was left of the ice from his jug. It was a piece about the size of a small fist. As he kissed me he began circling my nipples with it. It was deliciously exciting as the cold sent two kinds of shivers through me body. One shiver was due to temperature and the other due to the sexual stimulation. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he slipped it down my stomach, slowly over my clit and into my pussy. I lost my mind! His mouth engulfed my left tit and his left hand caressed my right tit. I came! Damn that Cooper has a way of arousing my horny tits! He then dropped his pants and underwear, bent me over an alfalfa bail, and slammed into me. My mind was in overload, I didn't think I could handle any more stimulation, but Cooper had other ideas. He slipped the last bit of ice into my ass! He told me later I squealed a moan. I didn't know because I was overcome with the most intense orgasm of my young life. Cooper didn't last much longer on the first one, like usual; but I didn't care because when he came, I did again! I put my clothes back on and Cooper pulled up his pants. We then climbed down the ladder, to the lower barn. We exited the barn and went to go see Mrs. Wilson about our pay. She had a smirk on her face when she greeted us at the kitchen door, "I thought you forgot about pay, and left." Cooper did some quick thinking, "A stack was leaning and we restacked it more securely. We just were making sure everything was good before we left. We ah... didn't want to leave a mess and leave a bad impression."     Mrs. Wilson was clearly not buying what Cooper was selling. That's when I noticed that my bra was missing, and my nipples were hard. There was laughter in her eyes as she gave us our pay. Fortunately, we'd left the cooler in the loft, so I ran to get it, and find my wayward bra. We climbed into Cooper's truck for the short ride to my house, and I thought I better say something. I tried not to sound needy, desperate or unsophisticated, "Ah Cooper I was wondering about the rest of the summer?" Cooper gave me a wide grin, "Look, Jill; you and I can have a great summer of fun together if that's what you're asking." "That would be great, Cooper." "But, let's face the facts. You are going to stick around here and be a farmer. Me, I'm going to college in the fall, and I'm not coming back to farm. Farming is nice but I want something different. But, like I said; if you want a summer of fun together with me, then how about you and I go on a date, this coming Friday?" My crush was offering me the summer. Even though he made it very clear to me what kind of relationship he wanted.  I knew I could get him to love me by the end of August. Regardless, I was so happy he wanted to take me on a date, and not just fuck me, "That would be great, Cooper! A summer of fun, or is it going to be a summer of loving?" "Either way, it's going to be great, Jill. There's a big festival in Cold Spring. I told him to stop on the side of the road. I slid over the bench seat at this point, and gave him a kiss. Then I fished his cock out of his pants. Yes, it was covered in sweat, hay and me! But, I didn't care. I slowly took all of it in my mouth. It didn't even reach my throat, at first. no complaints from me. I continued to lick and suck his cock, as it expanded inward. Pressing the back of my throat. I tilted my head and let his extra expansion slide a bit further, til my nose was pressed against his furry pelvis. My only other attempt at blowing a guy, was a complete failure. "Oh, Gawd!" He screamed. "Yes, baby!"  My tongue stroked his cock as though I was trying to swallow him whole. Then he shot his blast deep into my throat. I pulled back just in time to get a second blast in my mouth, followed by a third small pulse. My lips firmly gripped his shaft as my mouth pulled at his cock, stretching it away from his hairy mound. My tongue rubbed his tip, and he screamed; "Too much! Too sensitive!" I released his crown and smiled as I looked up into his happy eyes. As I rose up, my open smile allowed his cum to start drooling out the side of my mouth. I swallowed dramatically, then wiped the drool with my long extended tongue, and swallowed again. Cooper's cock was perfect for learning to deepthroat, and I loved being able to do that successfully, for the first time. I felt powerful and seductive. I knew I could make this man very, very happy.  He had a huge smile on his face as dropped me off. Mom was home, so no inviting him in, but I would see him in 2 days. We had a great summer of fun and loving. We had sex everywhere; his house, my house, his truck, in the pond, in the meadow, you get the idea. We even had sex on the job, in two more haylofts! It was two horny teenagers doing what horny teenagers do best. At the end of the summer, I believed I loved Cooper and he loved me. Cooper very gently reminded me of what it really was. Lust. On what was to be our last date ever Cooper gave me a gift. "Jill, this was an amazing summer I will never forget. I got you this little gift to remind you of our summer of fun." I un